You know what, Jake Tobin, I am sorta upset. I’m sorta upset that you’ve made one of the most bonkers/brilliant albums of the year, and that I’m now just getting around to writing about it.
I mean, the whole thing is beyond a mind-melter. Only in the last few days have I regained the ability to form understandable sentences, and that was just after listening to the album once. Even when I just think about it, my tongue swells up and my throat closes off. Seriously, my goddamn otolaryngologist is on speed dial because of Sorta Upset!, which is pretty cool for her and her fleet of boats, but less cool for me and my dwindling savings account.
At your own risk, scope out the masterful sonic fuckery that is Sorta Upset! below, and pick up one of the few remaining copies of the tape straight from the jesters over at Haord Records.